Manic Tuesday? or Dialysis: Damned if you do, Dead if you don't

Yeah, doesn't roll off the tongue as well as "Manic Monday," but the sentiment is the same.

Tuesdays are my Monday.

Not that my work week starts there, I don't have a work week in the traditional sense. A nice side effect of having been disabled for well over a decade. Tuesday is my first dialysis of the week. You see, dialysis is 3 days a week, but there are 7 days in the week. The clinic techs are all off on Sundays, so, Sunday and Monday is my "Weekend"... well, it's the only 2 days in a row I get away from the dialysis machine, or as I like to call it, the "Clockwork Vampire." (I've been calling it that for almost 4 years. It hasn't caught on.)

I figured out a while back that if I start the 13 week cycle of DDPYoga on a Sunday, it schedules my days off (non-workout days) on Tuesday, Thursday and most Saturdays. Terribly freakin' convenient for me.

Now, Monday night/Tuesday morning, I usually don't sleep, or if I do, it's minimal. This is so I can sleep through my dialysis sessions. Trust me, it's way better to sleep through the 4 hours of having your blood sucked out, scrubbed, then stuffed back into your body. It's every bit as unpleasant as it sounds, Of course, there are days when I've slept too much, or forgotten my Ativan, or for some other reason, cannot get to sleep.

Thank God for audiobooks, I've "read" Positively Unstoppable like 6 or 7 times now. Not to mention the Lord of the Ring series, the Dune series, and a shitload of Stephen King.

At any rate, It's Tuesday morning at about 6:00am. Tamera is in the shower and getting ready for school. I've already got all my crap packed for dialysis and, despite it being a scheduled day off, I've already sort of got a workout in. Just the 11 minutes of Wake Up 2.0, but a workout nonetheless.

Go me.

Poor Marissa has one of those rare days when she has to work both jobs (The hotel breakfast bar followed by the kennel) so it won't matter if I just crash and burn when I get home from dialysis today. Tamera has her tablet now and knows how to feed herself, so she doesn't need me to be awake. Sometimes it's nice that the kids are grown.